Blasphemy: 7 Holy Infant Part 1

Chapter 7 Holy Infant Rogge’s mental energy has dried up, and he is in a daze. Everything in front of him is blurred and shaking.

In a daze, he seemed to see the mysterious black-haired Audreyh appear in front of him again. Still wearing that gray robe, still having those silver eyes. The white and tender bare feet that once aroused the deepest desire in his heart were also in front of him.

It’s just that for some reason, this time Audreyh did not exude the coercion that once made Rogge tremble, but seemed a little weak.

Rogg felt a huge pain in his head. He frowned and everything in front of him began to shake again. Suddenly, a long-suppressed flame rose from the deepest part of his soul, and he actually... actually threw himself at the inviolable body that belonged only to God!

Rogg suddenly felt that the whole world had become very strange.

His slow mind couldn't figure out why he dared to do such a thing to the goddess. You know, his fear of Audreyh could no longer be described as fearful as a tiger.

But what was even more strange was that not only was Audreyh not as angry as he imagined, but he was avoiding it in a panic. Moreover, her evasive movements were not very difficult to capture, and they did not look like the reaction a **** should have at all.

Could it be that, behind the endless pressure, this is the true strength of God? Rogge couldn't help but think. But now he had a severe headache, and he didn't even have time to think about what would happen if he angered the goddess Audreyh.

There are documented cases of blasphemers in history who ended up in all kinds of strange ways. Some were nailed to mountains and allowed to be eaten by birds of prey but survived for thousands of years; some were wailing forever in the lava flames; some even had their bloodlines cursed by gods, and their descendants would suffer misfortunes from generation to generation, and they would never stop paying for the sins of their ancestors. Atoning.

What about Roger? How should he be dealt with?

Not only does he have evil intentions towards the goddess, but he is also disrespectful to her in his behavior.

More importantly, he actually... caught one of the goddess's bare feet!

Is this true? Rogge himself didn’t believe it! He shook his head vigorously before he got rid of his dizziness and stared.

The room was empty, with no trace of Audreyh's arrival.

"Is it all an illusion just now?" Rogge couldn't help but think.

At this moment, he had regained consciousness. Looking around, there was no one in the room except Feng Die, who was still sleeping. Obviously no one would answer his doubts.

But the cold and slippery feeling still lingered in his hands, seeming to remind him that what just happened might not be a dream. When he thought of his feet as sparkling as snow under his gray robe, the bones of the fat man, who was almost exhausted, became even more crisp.

It seems that the only way to verify what happened just now is to go to the Eye of Wisdom and use Mora to verify it with Odaireh. But the fat man had a guilty conscience, and no matter how bold he was, he would not dare to ask Audreyh about this matter.

The extremely weak Rogge began to meditate. Without the support of his huge mental power, he can now be said to be extremely fragile. Meditation will not increase the recovery speed of his mental power, but by replenishing his magic power, Rogge will regain a lot of combat ability.

When Fengdie woke up, Rogge had already finished meditating.

The elf jumped down from the white jade platform lightly. When she landed, her slender and graceful body caused the whole room to tremble slightly. Feng Die and Rogge were both startled. Rogge put his hand on Feng Die's slender waist and picked her up.

The elf's body is still as light as if it has no weight, and can almost dance in Rogge's palm.

"Feng Die, how do you feel now?"

Feng Die Ruyan frowned slightly and said, "I don't know either. But I am very conscious now and I don't seem to have forgotten anything." At this point, a hint of blush suddenly appeared on her face.

Roger chuckled and said: "That's good! We'll go back to Oracle City in a few days. During this time, you can get used to your new body and strength. When we come out of Oracle City, It’s time to go to the imperial capital and have a good fight with those druids.”

A miniature storm suddenly erupted with Feng Die as the center. The outline of a dark coat of arms began to faintly appear on her innocent and beautiful face, and a faint dark red appeared in her eyes.

Rogge shouted quickly: "Feng Die! You must learn to control your emotions from now on, especially hatred and hatred! You are lucky to have kept your mind clear, and don't let the curse power dominate your soul again! ”

A look of struggle appeared on Feng Die's face. After several repetitions, she finally suppressed the surging hatred in her body, and the dark emblem gradually disappeared. She let out a long breath, trembling all over and sweating like rain.

Rogg smiled, put a robe on Feng Die, and walked out of the magic laboratory where he had been staying for several days.

The main hall of the Eye of Wisdom in Dresden is magnificent. Every night, the brightly lit hall looks brilliant and solemn, and has become the most famous scene in Dresden.

At this moment, groups of senior clergy were walking out of the main hall in groups, preparing to go back to rest. The large-scale evening prayer ceremony that had just ended made each of them very tired. It was not only physical fatigue, but also extreme mental depression. These clergymen did not know the reason why Saint Mora suddenly summoned them to perform such a ceremony, but the signs that Mora was a magician were becoming more and more obvious, and some believers even believed that she was close to the goddess in the mortal world. spokesperson, so no one will question any of Mora's decisions now.

Mora is now the only one in the prayer room of the Eye of Wisdom. She knelt quietly in front of the blazing holy fire, not knowing what she was confiding to the goddess. Maura's hair was pulled up high, revealing her slender and graceful back neck.

She is like a swan before God, elegant and beautiful.

The flames on the altar danced, and waves of majestic words were directly engraved in Mora's heart. She carefully wrote down the goddess's oracle, then hurried out of the prayer room, took a few servants and rushed to Rogge's Grand Duke's Mansion.

High in the sky, Feng Yue was looking at the priests who dispersed in twos and threes and the departing Saint Mora. In those silver eyes, these weak mental states were clearly reflected. It was obvious that they could no longer afford another prayer service.

Feng Yue sighed sadly and looked around, the silver light in her eyes began to fluctuate very regularly.

The moonlight dimmed.

Within a radius of 500 kilometers from Dresden, slightly more powerful creatures felt a chill passing through their souls. They immediately followed the guidance of their instincts, crawled out of their hiding places one after another, and fled away from Fengyue like a desperation.

A black shadow is flying over Dresden. He seemed to suddenly notice something, he stopped abruptly and rushed towards the densely packed houses below. However, Feng Yue had already appeared in front of him, her expressionless silver eyes staring at him.

The shadow was quite shocked. He immediately changed direction and tried to escape.

Black Shadow's strength is extraordinary. He is unpredictable in his advance and retreat, and his speed is as fast as a god. However, in this world, there is no one who can compete with Feng Yue in speed, but there is no one in Dresden right now.

Feng Yue will appear in front of the black shadow every time and intercept him.

The black shadow finally stood in the air and silently drew out the rapier. The blade of the sword was twisting like a living snake.

"Lord Fengyue, long time no see, hehe, long time no see." His dry laughter was indescribably unpleasant.

Feng Yue stared at Death Class, her eyes flashing with silver light, as if she was hesitating about something.

The Death God class's heart beat several times, but on the surface he remained calm and said: "Lord Fengyue, although we had enmity in the past, it's not the time to take revenge yet. At least we have to wait until we have solved the common enemy, right? However, if you insist on resolving it now, I will have no objection."

Feng Yue hesitated for a moment, then finally turned around and disappeared into the void.

Elder Hughes closed the book in his hand with a swipe, and poured a glass of wine for the Death Squad who had just entered through the window. The Death God class was not polite to him, he just grabbed a drink and drank it all, then let out a long breath and cursed: "This Fengyue is really a madman!"

Xius smiled and said: "Did you have a fight with Lord Fengyue just now?"

The Death God Ban snorted, and said clearly lacking confidence: "Well... now is not the time for internal fighting. Wouldn't that give Silver Dragon an advantage? But speaking of it, although she is not from our world, she is She comes and goes as soon as she comes, with no warning at all, which is really elusive. Needless to say, her speed is not to mention, she used to be worse than me in strength, and she still had to fight at that time. But when I saw her tonight , her power is no worse than mine... Hmm... Ah... it’s hard to handle! Besides, I always feel that something is wrong with her tonight, so it’s better not to have any conflict with her."

Xius smiled and said: "The most important thing for a killer is keen intuition. Mr. Ban's intuition is so accurate, no wonder he is a strong man who dominates the dark world, haha! In fact, Mr. Fengyue's way of coming and going is perfect for sneak attacks. , that is impossible to guard against! So, provoking Lord Feng Yue is not a good thing. By the way, you must also know the news that someone is going to challenge the Silver Dragon King recently, right? I just learned that that challenger is probably Lord Feng Yue ."

The face of Death Class became more and more ugly, and he murmured: "Crazy, everyone is crazy!"

Xius lowered his voice mysteriously and said: "Especially during this period, you can't provoke Lady Fengyue... I heard that she is hungry now, so she is in a very bad mood..."

"Ah! This..." The Death Class was stunned and speechless for a moment.

On this noisy night, even the City of Oracles cannot find peace.

The hall where Amaro was imprisoned was shaking constantly, and Amaro's roar and roar could be heard from a long distance away.

In the main hall, several elf mages stared nervously at Amaro who was struggling crazily. Countless thorns were broken tightly, and hundreds of thorns were broken amidst Amaro's unstoppable roar.

"What should we do? Do we need to increase the extent of the power extraction?" The leader of the elf mage asked his colleagues for their opinions extremely nervously. After all, the strong men followed Rogge to Dresden. Once Amaro really breaks free, it will be a catastrophe for the entire Oracle City.

"Idiots! What should I do?" Amaro suddenly roared: "Activate the invisible magic and cover the entire city! Wake up all the soldiers to guard this temple!"

The elf mage was immediately stunned. These suggestions should not have come out of Amaro's mouth.

A strange feeling suddenly passed through the hall, and several elf mages collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

The gray-robed and black-haired Fengyue floated in from the door of the hall, rising slowly, and finally stood in front of Amaro. This time, a smile finally appeared on her lips.

The huge and ferocious Amaro had lost all its arrogance at this moment. It said humbly: "A powerful being from another world, your power is enough to conquer a high-level demon like me. I am willing to make a soul contract with you from now on. According to the tradition of the demon world, being able to serve the strong is also an honor..."

Feng Yue ignored it.

The next moment ~IndoMTL.com~ the magical light of the entire Oracle City was extinguished.

At this moment in the Grand Duke's Mansion, the guilty fat man did not dare to look at the holy and solemn Mora across from him. He could only wait for Mora to explain his purpose.

"Advent?" Rogge was surprised, but Mora was not here to pursue his blasphemy, but it still made him let go of his worries.

"Yes." Mora nodded and said: "The oracle said that a successful birth requires a baby who is talented and in line with the goddess's wishes. After much thought, only Mr. Rogge has the ability to fulfill the goddess's oracle, so I came here overnight."

This is indeed Rogge’s strength.

He pondered for a moment and said: "It's hard to tell whether a baby has talent, and it's even harder to tell whether a baby is in line with the goddess's wishes. So it's definitely not possible to choose too little. This matter is not difficult to handle, since the oracle said There is no time requirement, we have to be fully prepared and strive to get thousands more baby girls to choose from for the goddess."

Moura reminded Rogge: "The oracle only said it was a baby, not a girl."

Rogg glanced at Moura meaningfully and said: "Since she is a goddess, of course she has to choose a baby girl."